Seasons 2 - a Metamorph

Trees in silent strength stand bare Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring Though winter keeps them in its icy glare Desolate landscapes bare the scars of winter's sting And hardly a creature utters a sound Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring Days are bleak with gray skies all around While icicles hang from window sills And hardly a creature utters a sound As life stands still in winter's chill Those sunny days are hard to find While icicles hang from window sills Cold winds blow with storms that blind But the hope of spring does not decline When sunny days are hard to find As weary creatures look for a sign Trees in silent strength stand bare But the hope of spring does not decline Though winter keeps them in its icy glare ~~ Trees stand in frozen quietude Abiding yet in the promise of spring While winter plays a frosty interlude As cold winds sends snowflakes swirling Animals tucked away in their dens Silently await springs arrival But they must endure until then To assure their survival Soon spring blossoms will appear Birds will flit from tree to tree and sing Butterflies will dance on flowers fair Abiding in the joy of spring All those gray skies turn to blue As springtime comes with morning dew